This morning I woke up and found the dogs downstairs reading the local news. They didn't look too pleased. Let me take that back. Juno didn't look pleased. Loki, well, he just looked confused.
"Hey Mom. Did you see this morning's '24 Heures'?"
Why No Juno, I haven't. Why the long face?
"Poppy's in the paper."
When Expatriates Take Their First Steps in Vaud
Oh! How exciting Juno! Thank you for pointing it out for me!
"Poppy's in the paper Princess? I don't get it. I don't smell Poppy. And that paper doesn't look big enough to hold Poppy..."
"Sigh. Not that kind of 'in' Doofus. Anyway, I'm not pleased with the story."
"Princess, it doesn't taste like Poppy either."
"Hush up Big Boy. It says here that Poppy said that he came to Switzerland to ride bikes through the vineyards.
"It says nothing about "les chiens" or "le hoooskie."
"Princess, I keep tasting and tasting this and I still don't get a sense for Poppy in this paper."
"Must I spell everything out for you Big Boy? Poppy told all of Switzerland that he came here for the cycling!"
Between China and the Local Vineyard
Mr. Wild Dingo is marketing director for the company producing microscopic elements for electronic chips, Applied Materials, in Cheseaux sur-Lausanne. He travels extensively in Europe and in China. This American from Silicon Valley arrived in June with a fortunate expatriate contract that includes housing and 'relocation' services. With just a phone call he gets answers to his questions, like how to fill his oil tank (in the house*). "I learned that there was a label on the tank with a telephone number of the supplier. And finally the person I got on the line spoke perfect English." Mr. Wild Dingo has a three-year contract. "My wife and I are going to enjoy learning French and riding bicycles in the beautiful vineyards located just two minutes from our house in Tolochenaz. There is nothing like it the United States. Everything is miles away. "
"I'd like to also point out Mom, that our house in California is next door to a vineyard. I mean, what was Poppy smoking when he did this interview?"
"Princess we should tell Poppy that smoking is bad for his health."
"When he sold me on this move to Switzerland, he promised me many snowy hikes in the Alps and snowshoeing adventures. But did he mention les chiens? No! With no snow yet on the the ground, I'm beginning to think he sold me a wooden nickle."
"But I don't see any wooden nickles around here Princess..."
Darn. Leave it to the French Swiss to tick off my Husky. Obviously the meaning was lost in translation. Firstly, our home in California sits next to many vineyards, but I think Mr. Wild Dingo meant that in California, if you live in town, to ride near a vineyard, it's miles away. Whereas where we live here in Tolochenaz, we live very close to a town but very close to beautiful riding trails through the vineyards. In addition, in California one cannot ride or walk through the vineyards like we do here:
It feels like we're walking through someone's backyard or personal farm, but the sign just before this path showed it was a pedestrian path.
It's true. We don't get the privelege of walking through the farmlands like this in the States. In CH, there are thousands of miles of public walking trails (with almost nobody on them) that wind through the vineyards or the farms.
"Ya? Well that doesn't explain the lack of comments about 'les chiens' or 'le hoooskie,' Mom."
That's because, secondly, the reporter left out the most important reason why we came here: to entertain our Husky of course! As if there would be any other reason to come to Switzerland. Mr. Wild Dingo assured me he told the reporter many stories of the dogs and the newly installed fence. But leave it to the Swiss to find excitement in us figuring out how to call to get our oil tank filled.
"Well as long as that's clear, I suppose I can let this slide. But let the record show I plan to register a complaint with that reporter. After all, he left out the most important facts."
"Oh my Dawg, Princess! I finally see where Poppy is! He's so small. And flat! What happened to my Poppy?"
"Oh Criminy Big Boy! Is your brain really as holey as the cheese they make here?"
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